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“Girl, open up that food. Me and my baby starving,” Ahzii said, rubbing her belly dramatically.
Kyre didn’t hesitate, quickly unpacking the lunch she brought. Ahzii was halfway in her pregnancy, her body small and frame finally showing the bump, but the symptoms didn’t care. The morning sickness from her first trimester had finally eased, but the aches, the restless nights, and the constant cravings were still very real. And today? Going out to eat wasn’t happening. Kyre already knew the drill, so she came through without question.
They sat cross-legged on the couch, sharing bites and swapping stories like they always did, the room filled with comfort and familiarity.
Then, Ahzii’s phone lit up—William’s name flashing across the screen with a FaceTime call.
Her heart softened instantly.
“Hey baby,” she answered, voice dropping to that soft, sweet tone she only used with him.
William smiled the moment he saw her face, his background noise fading as he focused on her. “Hey beautiful. You still at the shop?” His eyes scanned the familiar artwork behind her.
“Yeah, just eating lunch with Ky. I’ll be home at adecenttime today,” she teased, dragging out the word playfully.
He laughed, catching the sarcasm in her tone like he always did.
“You better. Anyway, check your email—I just sent you a confirmation. You got a spa appointment at Lavish at three.”
Her mouth fell open. “Wait! You got me an appointmentthere? William, they’re booked for theyear! How’d you pull that off?”
Her smile stretched so wide her cheeks hurt, Kyre grinning beside her like a proud sister.
William’s smile deepened, his voice dropping low and warm. “I’m your husband. I make the impossible possible for you, beautiful.”
She melted right there on the spot. “Thank you, baby.”
“Anything for you. I gotta get back to work, but I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you. And I can’t wait to see you tonight... I miss my sweet pussy too.”
Her jaw dropped.
“Babe!You’re on speaker—I don’t have my AirPods in!”
Kyre choked on her drink, fake gagging in the background.
William just laughed, unbothered. “And I meant every fucking word. I love you, beautiful. See you at home.”
She smiled, shaking her head but unable to hide her blush. “I love you too, nasty.”
The call ended, leaving the room buzzing with amusement.
“You two some damn freaks,” Kyre said, rolling her eyes.
“How you think this little one got in here?” Ahzii fired back, taking a bite of her food.
“A lot of fucking and love making,” Kyre cracked, sending them both into another round of laughter.
They spent the rest of lunch talking and eating, the room filled with the kind of peace you only find with your best friend. Eventually, the clock nudged them back to reality—Ahzii packing up to head to her spa appointment, and Kyre slipping her heels back on before returning to the courtroom jungle.
But for a little while longer, life was soft, simple, and full of love.
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Ahzii walked through the two-story home she and William built together—luxury wrapped in love, tucked inside a gated community just beyond the city’s noise. Between his cybersecurity salary and her booming tattoo and art empire, they lived comfortably. But it wasn’t just the wealth that made her heart full. It was the neighborhood itself—a sanctuary of Black excellence, families who looked like them, thrived like them, raised their kids with love and legacy. That’s what mattered. Not just for her and William, but for their daughter and the life they were building.
The house wasn’t a mansion, but it wastheirs. Four bedrooms, a private theater, a backyard built for summer pool parties and cozy fire pit nights. Every inch reflected them—warm, stylish, filled with laughter and peace.
She hung her matte black Mercedes Benz AMG keys on the hook by the door, ready to unwind, but paused when the sweet melody of Dru Hill’s “Beauty” poured from the surround sound speakers, washing through the house like silk.
